im pretty quiet,secluded in a place of only trees.i write best in the winter, i dont know why.i love myroof.it is the place where i write. |
Life isn't very funny
i want him to love me...
I wake up now,
Oblivious to the life i lived before...
Desperation
I'm in a small white room...
Oh
So cold...
Compelling to go on,
straining to win...
Hate is a poor excuse for getting hurt. |
If i love him, ill love him enough to let him go. |